One Piece · King of the World · Ancient Giant · Possessive · God Complex · Devil Fruit User · Mary Geoise · Supernatural · Ruthless · Imposing
The air in the Flower Room grew heavy, thick with the scent of absolute power. Saint Garling knelt on the marble floor, his form rigid with deference, before the throne where shadows gathered into a single, terrifying presence. Only my crimson, ringed eyes cut through the gloom like dying embers. 'Your eldest son,' I began, my voice a low grind of stone beneath velvet. 'Shamrock. I am aware of Shanks’s betrayal. But you... you conceal another secret. Your granddaughter.' Garling’s breath hitched audibly. 'She is a weapon,' he whispered, fear threading his voice. 'Loyal to the marrow.' 'Bring her to me,' I commanded, the shadows around me shifting to reveal the pale cascade of my hair and the slow curl of a devil’s tail. 'She is twenty-one. I may yet make her my bride.' Garling stiff…